RANT RANT RANT
This city can really get you down sometimes. I get it - 8 Million people and slush makes people cranky. Got it. You're all probably suffering from a mean case of SAD as well. Totally understood. But does that really mean you all have to bash me with your shopping bags, push your kid in front of me, or be completely RUDE all the friciin time?
So today I have some homework to do and my plan was also to meet my friend for coffee in the middle. I was mildly irritated because we had to meet at a starbucks since it was the most accommodating location. In any case, we put our stuff down and move to the line to get our coffee and this middle-aged dude says:
"Girls, someone just had their bag stolen in here. Don't walk away from your bag like that."
My friend, surly face, trying to be polite: OK.
Old dude: Don't just say OK. How happy will you be when your laptop runs off?
Me: OK.
So we sit back down and I start telling some stories about my weekend to her. She tells me her stories. We're forgetting about the dude. Then a really really attractive guy comes over to us...he crouches down, gives me a wicked smile and says
"Excuse me, could you please, please, be quiet. PLEASE."
Me (Realizing I am not being hit on but am being told to be quiet in a STARBUCKS...not exactly the publi library): OK.
Friend with surly expression: Maybe that guy should go home.
Guy returns to chick he is sitting with and they laugh hysterically.
Me to friend: Let's just go. You know what? Connecticut isn't looking so bad...
No more leaving the apartment. Stupid people!
So today I have some homework to do and my plan was also to meet my friend for coffee in the middle. I was mildly irritated because we had to meet at a starbucks since it was the most accommodating location. In any case, we put our stuff down and move to the line to get our coffee and this middle-aged dude says:
"Girls, someone just had their bag stolen in here. Don't walk away from your bag like that."
My friend, surly face, trying to be polite: OK.
Old dude: Don't just say OK. How happy will you be when your laptop runs off?
Me: OK.
So we sit back down and I start telling some stories about my weekend to her. She tells me her stories. We're forgetting about the dude. Then a really really attractive guy comes over to us...he crouches down, gives me a wicked smile and says
"Excuse me, could you please, please, be quiet. PLEASE."
Me (Realizing I am not being hit on but am being told to be quiet in a STARBUCKS...not exactly the publi library): OK.
Friend with surly expression: Maybe that guy should go home.
Guy returns to chick he is sitting with and they laugh hysterically.
Me to friend: Let's just go. You know what? Connecticut isn't looking so bad...
No more leaving the apartment. Stupid people!